Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2557 Smoke and Mirror (twenty-three)

   In order to make it easier for laymen to understand the theory of relativity, Einstein once said such an analogy, sitting next to a beautiful woman for an hour feels like a minute, sitting by the fire, a minute feels like an hour.

But Pomona thinks it depends on the situation, like sitting by the fire in the winter, or being alone with Greta Kakilov for a little while, the metaphor is reversed. .

   "Oh~ this place is still so old-fashioned." Greta said in a wild cat-like voice, "Why don't you paint it?"

   Pomona wanted to tell her that the last person to "paint" the wall in front of her was Ginny Weasley, possessed by Mysterious Man, who had written blood on the wall with rooster blood.

   But she still smiled sweetly and replied, "This is a school tradition."

   "There are so many traditions and rules in this school." After Greta Kachilov finished speaking, she continued to "inspect" while twisting her slender waist.

   Pomona counted from 1 to 10, then from 10 to 1, and followed.

   They came to the grand staircase as usual, and Greta Kakilov's main purpose was to see her portrait.

   She looked at it contentedly for ten minutes, just like when she was in the girls' dormitory.

   "I really don't understand what she's good for!" Lily complained, "The school robes we all wear."

   "Maybe the hairstyle is different." Senior Sister "Gergon" told her.

  Pomona took a close look at Greta Kakilov's golden hair this time, and it was so smooth that the goblin would even use them to make golden gallons.

   "I heard that Sirius is coming to school." Greta Kakilov looked at Pomona and said in a coy voice.

   "That's right." Pomona nodded.

   "Where is he?" Greta Kakilov asked anxiously.

   "Sirius Black has escaped and is still wanted," her entourage replied.

   "The Ministry of Magic must be mistaken, Sirius is not the murderer." Greta Kakilov said angrily, "Show me."

   "Please go upstairs," Pomona said.

   "I don't remember the way back to the Gryffindor lounge. These stairs are always changing." Greta Kakilov said angrily.

   "Come with me, then," said Pomona, flanking her upstairs.

For Albus, Greta Kakilov might be difficult to deal with, but Pomona felt okay, she just wasn't much different from when she graduated more than a decade ago, both inside and out. exist.

   Then they came to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was practicing her bel canto as usual.

   Unexpectedly, Greta Kakilov shook her head, "Tsk tsk tsk, do you call this singing?"

   The fat lady, who was in a good mood, suddenly became unhappy.

   "Let me teach you how to sing," Greta Kakilov said, and then she actually sang.

  Seriously, she sings well, but...will she still be in the Gryffindor lounge after treating the Fat Lady like this?

   While listening to the song, Pomona couldn't help but worry.

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  Georgianna took a sip of whiskey, the only thing that made her feel at ease.

The reason why Greta Kakilov suddenly came to the school was not only Sirius Black, but also because the Triwizard Tournament was an international event, and she hoped to be there too. After all, after the Quidditch World Cup, there were no major events outside the school. Hogwarts Ci's game has become the focus of news.

   Even Rita Skeeter came later, and thanks to them attracting everyone's attention, no one discovered her "little secret".

   She always thought that Severus was "safe", unlike Sirius, she had to compete with a lot of people, and even if she ended up being his girlfriend, fiancée, or even wife, it wouldn't end, she was sick of this feeling.

Every girl has such a dream, dancing with the prince, then falling in love, getting married, etc., so they are very motivated when they learn to dance; the boys are not interested in this, and they are all standing on the bench. Don't move, you will stand up and cooperate only after the teacher's name is called.

The guests just now were discussing the possibility of polygamy, which is not really a big deal. There used to be mistresses, but now they are only on the bright side, not to mention that the new Napoleonic code also stipulates the recognized illegitimate children. There are also inheritance rights, so how far is it from polygamy?

   Fortunately, she and Bonaparte are not married, but there is a canal opening ceremony that looks like a real thing, and it was interrupted by an assassin. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to divorce.

   She took another sip of wine, and in addition to this rumor, there was something about Ortens and the biological father of her son.

  Josephine loved her daughter very much, but despite such rumors, Georgiana herself felt that she might not be able to care about her daughter's birth, even if women in this era were likely to die when they gave birth.

  Harry looks like James, and it is good to be carved out of a mold. No one will suspect that he is the child of Severus and Lily, and then there are similar rumors.

  Everyone thought that there were two forces in the palace, Josephine and Georgiana, and they should fight. She didn't want to waste her energy on this.

   She wants to move the ancestral graves of these people.

It doesn't do anything, but it's just a replica of the situation in Paris, and the bones in some church cemeteries are moved to a new cemetery in the suburbs, or a place like the catacombs. spread.

   Moving graves will definitely involve digging ancestral tombs. Family cemeteries have their own special history, or they are very close and are family gathering places. The deceased has rested in peace, so don’t disturb their peace.

   But since these people have spare time to care about other people's housework, they are still fanning the flames, waiting to see Georgiana and Josephine Palace fight to the death, then you can't blame her. I have so much time to care about what other people eat at night, but I still care more about my own housework.

   After a while, Jim, the lawyer who had killed the earl's son, appeared, smiling fondly.

   "Can you write decrees?" asked Georgiana.

  Jim looked surprised.

   "Is it the kind of document that is issued to the government?" Jim asked in disbelief.

   "That's right." Georgiana said blankly.

   "I read it, but I didn't write it." Jim said calmly.

   "You write a copy for me."

   "Why don't you let the French civil servants write for you?" Jim asked.

   "You don't want to write?" asked Georgiana.

   "I need to know why?" Jim asked again.

   "You speak English, and I speak English too. I think it will be very clear." Georgiana walked to the sofa and sat down. "Have you ever thought about going back to England one day?"

   "In what capacity?" Jim asked.

   "Why don't we start with drafting documents?" Georgiana said.

  Jim hesitated.

   "What is it about?"

   "It's not a big deal, it's just hygiene-related." Georgiana smiled sweetly.

  Jim looked at her suspiciously.

   "Aren't you and the Countess really in love? Why do you love my maid so close?" Georgiana continued to smile.

   "I'm just asking what you like," Jim said seriously.

   "I want to see your writing and write something, not poetry," said Georgiana.

   "What about the document just now?" Jim asked.

   "You only have 20 minutes." Georgiana put the watch on the table and it ticked.

  Jim took the quill, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper.

   For a time, there was only rustling and ticking in the room, very much like an exam room.

   (end of this chapter)